A certain Gascon Fox, a Norman one others say,
Famished, saw on a trellis, up high to his chagrin,
Grapes, clearly ripe that day,
And all covered with purple skin.
The rogue would have had a meal for the gods,
But, having tried to reach them in vain,
"Theyre too green," he said, "and just suitable
for clods."

Didnt he do better than to complain?

English translations reprinted from The Complete Fables of Jean de la Fontaine
by Norman B. Spector, with permission from the Northwestern University Press; La Fontaine et La Cuisine, Chicago/Northern Illinois Chapter of the American Association of Teachers of Frenchwith the Assistance of the Multimedia Learning Center, Northwestern University&nbsp